SELECTED POEMS

FROM AN

PHILOSOPHACTIVIST 2

Soothsayer Soil
Only the soil knows
What I am
Capable of
A witness of
Centuries past
The same soil
That soothed
The blistered feet
Of my great-great- grandparents
Trampled by time
And inappreciative
first world
Inhabitants intellectuals
only the earthen clay
of my foremothers
knows my capacity
Diplomas and degrees
All shaped from
foliage
now fettering my future
with fake promises
Only the dirt that
Kissed by the sun
birthed
edible evolution
has any inkling of
my hopes and dreams
a continuation of the
aspirations
of many Peoples
not meant to survive
who now lay unwillingly
blanketed by
the land they once toiled
Only the soil
Holds the answer
Ive searched for
For far too long
In ivory towers
Where it is swept awayA nuisance.

What is Radical?
Radical is acceptance, not tolerance.
Radical is not some inaccessible knowledge or terminology that is only available to White, upper middle
class liberal arts students or dropouts.
Radical is when you tell that transboi razor in hand, poised at wrist
That he CAN make it through another day
Radical is when you smile warmly at that schizophrenic on the sidewalk that is talking
To himself and hasnt eaten in days but spent twenty years in ridiculous wars fighting for the honor of a
country that left him battered, bruised and living in alleyways,
Radical is when you set aside your politics and pride and bridge the gap between the right and the left, the
conservative and the liberal , queer and LGBT, the black and the white, the Pakistani and Indian, South
Asian and East Asian, Puerto Rican and Mexican, Jewish and Palestinian, male, female, and genderqueer,
young and old, able and disabled so that we can build a better future in which no one is discriminated
against because they are Other
Radical is stepping outside of yourself, your politics, your circle, your lifestyle to be an ally to the person
or group that you least expected.
Radical is realizing your privilege whether its due to race, class or education and using this privilege to
empower the marginalized.
Radical is when white allies go to doctors appointments with people of color so that they can get the
service and treatment they deserve.
Radical is adopting and foster parenting children who are stuck in a system that is not equipped for
kindness, compassion, or equity.
Radical is not only picketing and speaking out but making the connections you need to make in the
community to pass policy, change laws, and create movements that will rock this nation to its core and rip
open the social fabric built on racism, xenophobia, homophobia and sexism.
Radical is knowing the blood, sweat, and tears that go into the produce and products that youre eating,
the clothes that youre wearing.
Radical is knowing and owning your part in the displacement of communities of color i.e. gentrificationwhether you are white or a person of color.
Radical is being intuitive. Looking around your circle and noticing which voices arent present and
working to get those voices heard.
Radical is when you no longer seek bridgesburn bridgesbut build bridges because you realize that
bridges are all we have.

Gloria Anzaldua dij Caminante , no hay puentes, se hace puentes al andar

Translation: Traveler, there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.
Traveler there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.
Traveler there are no bridges, one builds them as one walks.
Traveler there
are
no bridges,
one
builds them
as one
walks.
Are you radical?

We Exist
in between sentences and seconds
Words wrongly warp.
Punctuation imprisons.
Laughable language.
Fluctuating. Flawed.
Never heeding the heart.

And those morose milliseconds,

Moving mainly to make us mourn,
our Bliss beyond their belligerence
Rejecting the ticking teethmarks
of Father Time

We Exist
between minutes and moonbeams
a Celestial soliloquy
Transcending traces of tragedy
After hours of outreach

~patience...
pausing for pleasure

Is this plausible?

Covalently coexisting
Kindred and coalescing
as one
...one wonders
wandering...

off the grid

Awakened
Cognizant of a mutual source
interlacing all
Breathing spirit and Light
into the sharers of this Earth
Our light
Luminescent,
lunar powered
Blinding our frustrations
and guiding our peace
past shipwrecked islands
of despair
We Exist
between pulses and pendulums
Radiant, rhythmic and wrestling the cosmos
for a moment to meditate on
Usness
Concentrating on inner stars
illuminating our beings
Loving lightPhosphoresence
Photons fueling future
undulating and oscillating
on and on...
We Exist
between stanzas and line breaks
We are works of art
our Essence never to be uttered
Elusive to the ear
Twisting the untrained tongue
observers incapable of capturing
This existence...
A new, old reality
beyond this earth
beyond constellations
They are but our intertwined beings
exploded

confettied and strewn across

the now vibrant void
At the Edge of Existence
At the Curb of Consciousness
there can be no fallacy
Life's essence is the
Truth uttered in the silence
when your heart beats next to mine
when my fingers forage
for the silkenness of your thighs
And my lips linger lovingly
then lunge
for the nook of your neck
who dares to categorize or hypothesize
about the sanctity of our shared
existence
any syllable is an injustice
Only the thunder in my chest
when you kiss me can tell the tale of
our existence
only your jagged breath
mid-lovemaking
freshly falling on my eardrums
my tongue against your earlobe
as I ground myself , my hands
your anchor,
diving deeper into your
warm cradle of creation
No one can tell of the solar system
inside that torches even the
darkest most desolate night
of the soul
Union
Andromeda courting the Milky Way
An intergalactic kiss of collision
No blackholes exist here
Our love cannot consume
nor be consumed
it is the thread interweaving

the fabric of Life

its energy the building block of Existence
The frequency of our love
can change lives
heal hearts
spark smiles
teach and tutor

Regardless of
untruths, the Struggle,
distance, the world...
this connection exists
and heals...
it exists...
it exists...

Mujer

Strong as the
Backs the colonizers
Hoped to break
But only bruised
To be healed by
Mothers healing
Hands

Mujer
Wise as
The plantas
Full of remedios
That guide la gente to
Curas y la espiritualidad

Mujer
Giving as
Our foremothers who
Sacrificed safety and security
To speak out against injustices
Committed against their paisanos,
Hermanas, hijasgente

Mujer
Soft as
Las flores that
Honor the fallen
And enrich the soil
That nourishes your People

Mujer
Beautiful as
La naturaleza
Showing your beauty
To only those who
Dare pay attention
And providing to those
Who cultivate your
Spirit

Mujer
Hard as
The Truth
And the barren
Soil, stripped of what it
Should be
Awaiting to be nourished

And replenished
By all that have come to take

Mujer
Resilient as
El rio
That reappears
During the rains
And carves new paths
When it is obstructed

Mujer
Powerful as
The golden warrior
Sun
Inspiring nature into
Action
Your path on the horizon
Revered and charted by
Civilizations

Mujer
Without your womb
This world would be barren
Without your breasts

This world would be malnourished

Without your strength
The cosmos would collapse
This universe is nothing,
Nothing
Without YOU.

Survivin

Tired of survivin'/strivin'/ bribi'n ...you to see my potential/credentials/my mentals/tired of

survivin'/strivin'/to stay alive when/some peeps got this privilege/and all I got's my soul to give/never
thought about sex work til the economy tanked and went bisserk/became comfortable in my
gender/inhabiting spaces/places/you wouldn't wanna be/havin' brown skin and bein' queer/you can't see
me/invisible/and divisible/my community -is...tired of survivin'/strivin'/hard to stay alive when...all you
ever hope for is to take another breath/that you don't catch your death/no time to worry about cultural
theft/bereft/of heritage/society's no longer sparin' kids/so why me? You buyin' beamers a schemer with an
HDTV and all I wanna do is breathe/some fresh air/eat food with no toxicity/complicity/you blame us
for/but this capitalism is pimpin' you/yep your the whore/and ...my people...are...tired of
survivin'/strivin'/to stay alive when you got ends and wealth/but we have to live our lives in stealth and
assimilate/to keep food on our plate/fork and knife/we get tired of life/strife/ all these signs/the
confines/bein' on the grind/ and you can't see the injustice/ of the majority of brown men bein' in the
prison system/ and you pushin' for the expansion of 'isms/ DAMN I'm tired of JUST survivin/strivin'/to
stay alive when all you can think about is amassin wealth and gettin benefits/when the only benefit I get is
grime and grit/and my will to uplift/my people/to awaken sheeple and zombies/but you want to be wearin'
abercrombie/and handin' us your truth/ while poisonin' our youth...Man I'ma survive/stay alive/fight with
each breath til the day that I die/for justice/and the end to your privilege/and white-given birthright/til the
day we all know we're descendants of kings and queens/and our spaces reflect this/til poverty and
inequality/we wreck this/check this...you got a powerful enemy...but if you wanna work through this you
got a friend in me...cuz we will survive! And with each death we cultivate the will to stay alive/your foot
won't be on neck for long/ we're gonna right all these wrongs/ this isn't rhetorical/or metaphorical/ this
sh* is going to end/the patriarchy, xenophobia, homophobia, racism, will fall...it's up to us brown folks to
pick up the phone ...answer the call Get involved, get this sh* solved..we barely survivin' but without
comin' together we can't run...but crawl.

I own these stars

They are Me
I remember
My spirit composes
Every ring of Saturn
Every moon
Of Jupiter

I own this galaxy

Turn me inside out
And see the milky way,
The entire Cosmos.

My Creation was
Not without a purpose.

I didnt spontaneously
Appear on the sceneI thought and willed
myself into existence.

I own this planet

These constellations
This galaxy

So why shouldnt I be able to

Have what I need?
Accomplish anything I put my mind
And heart into?
When this place was crafted by
Me.

These worlds are collectively

Created and ruled by Us.

We are kings and queens

Blinded by the duty at hand
Misunderstanding our
Creation.

Tangled up in stories of
Wealth and poverty,
Tales of white, black, red, yellow, brown
Queer and straight
Power and privilege
Waste
And waste not, want not
Difference and deviance,

But we all made these stars,

We are all comprised of
These galaxies,

Love the only thread

Keeping these components
From spinning apart
castastrophically
Colliding and combusting.

If we made this world,

Quark by quark, atom by atom,
Molecule by molecule,
Cell by cell, stone by stone,
Tree by tree, cloud by cloud,
atmosphere by atmosphere,
Planet by planet,
Galaxy by galaxy,

If we made these problemsWe can create solutions.

I can help with these solutions.
You can help with solutions.

We ve always known the solutions.

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